I can write what i really want here
because you'll never read it
I can say what i really mean here
because you'll never see it
you told me once you're scared what you'll find
see something that resembled him
now you're scared of seeing what resembles you.
why do i carry this on?
why do i still let it hurt?
im sick of the meaningless
and right now im sick of you
goodnight to the weeping
goodnight to the strong
I saw you from a far
I truely wish i was wrong
the strenght is wasted on you.